-Real World-
At this moment, Donquixote Doflamingo, residing in the Holy Land of Marijoa, found no cause for joy, despite his truly extraordinary performance on the Sky Screen. He'd even managed a fantastical comeback from the dead. The Five Elders were genuinely "impressed" by this young Celestial Dragon descent. They hadn't expected the ambitious boy they'd once looked down upon to deliver daily surprises.
Doflamingo's temporary imprisonment was cut short before he could be sent to potentially corner Kaido; a far more pressing—and potentially beneficial—matter awaited him. Soon after, he was escorted alone by a monitor from the Knights of God into a secret, subterranean laboratory. An aged figure was waiting.
Doflamingo had never been inside a secret laboratory belonging to someone this important, and neither had his deceased, pitiful father. This wasn't the kind of place ordinary Celestial Dragons could access, and the man felt a knot of unease tighten in his gut.
Kaito's watching this from the World Observer can't help to grin: 'Okay, here it is. The origin of the Donquixote Super-Warriors. Doffy's about to become a baby-making machine. Standard fanfic plot point, but it always hits hard because Doflamingo is about to be thoroughly humiliated by his own former masters. He deserves it, but it's still rough to watch.'
He constantly felt the eyes of the staff working there on him, their glances lingering, as if every single person was intensely curious about the "Heavenly Yaksha" Doflamingo. This was not a good sign. When he considered trying to leave, it was already too late. Just then, the God of Science and War—Saint Saturn—appeared from behind him.
"Doflamingo, there's no need to be nervous," Saint Saturn rasped, leaning on a cane as he moved past the former King of Dressrosa. "When the time comes for you to contribute to the Celestial Dragons, you should feel profoundly honored."
The lack of explanation made it clear this domain belonged exclusively to him. This was the same facility where he once conducted inhumane experiments on Ginny, the ninth consort of a Celestial Dragons. Ultimately, Jewelry Bonney inherited her mother's Sapphire Scales Disease—a grim failure of Saint Saturn's research. Yet, he cynically leveraged this failure, using the disease to manipulate the Tyrant Bartholomew Kuma for his own gain, a perverse blessing in disguise. He felt zero remorse for the honest man, Kuma; in his eyes, honest people deserved to be exploited.
Contribute to the Celestial Dragons?!
Such absurd, pompous nonsense from the Five Elders. Doflamingo wasn't a three-year-old child; he was an adult with independent thought. Having lost his status as a Celestial Dragon and endured humiliation from the Five Elders, he'd have already tried to blow up Marijoa if it weren't for the convenience and power his former identity still afforded him.
"What exactly do you intend to do with me?" Doflamingo demanded, his voice a low, strained growl.
Saint Saturn scrutinized Doflamingo from head to foot with cold, detached eyes, as if evaluating not a person, but an interesting object. "I require the bloodline factor within you. After extracting a portion from your body, I will arrange for several women to carry the blood of Donquixote."
In simple terms, this Five Elder Star had his sights set on Doflamingo's reproductive capabilities. The logic was simple: the young man possessed Conqueror's Haki, and his future daughter, Elsa (born five years from now), would also possess it. Was that truly mere coincidence?
In the future depicted on the Sky Screen, Doflamingo achieved his Devil Fruit's liberation and embedded a resurrection thread in his body, making him essentially immortal. Even more compelling, after his daughter Elsa ate the Yuki Yuki no Mi (Snow-Snow Fruit), her Devil Fruit instantly advanced to the Awakening stage. The stunning display of beauty and power moved Saint Saturn deeply.
'He's not a Loli-con, thankfully. He just thinks Doffy's bloodline is a cheat code. He wants to mass-produce powerful, loyal warriors for the World Government using Doflamingo as the… ahem… incubator. It's pure, cold-blooded science applied to genetics, and Doflamingo is the unfortunate stud. This is why you don't mess with the top dogs.' Kaito said as observe.
The elder's aim was purely scientific: he believed there was something unique about the Donquixote bloodline. Perhaps through scientific experimentation, he could isolate a common factor between Doflamingo and Elsa. If this secret of the bloodline factor could be cracked, they might be able to mass-produce warriors loyal to the Celestial Dragons. Saint Saturn didn't expect all of them to match Elsa's level, but if they possessed even half of her talent, his efforts wouldn't be in vain.
The man had been painfully clear. Doflamingo wasn't an idiot. He had planned to seek out Violet and start a family with her on his own terms; he absolutely did not want to be a breeding pig for the Celestial Dragons in this underground laboratory. This entire proposal was a profound, suffocating shame!
Before the "stud pig" could even open his mouth to refuse, the member of the Knights of God beside him acted on a subtle nod from Saint Saturn. A sword was drawn from its scabbard, the cold steel placed precisely against Doflamingo's neck. He had no other choice: today, Doflamingo had to agree, whether he liked it or not.
"You people..."
Feeling the icy press of the blade, the fiery anger in Doflamingo's heart swiftly diminished, replaced by a cold, deeply aggrieved helplessness. In this moment, he was not the majestic figure seen on the Sky Screen. The title of Shichibukai was a gift from the Five Elders, one they could easily revoke.
He simply wasn't strong enough to negotiate with the Five Elders. Doflamingo's raw power level, as seen on the broadcast, wasn't even as high as the cookie soldiers created by Charlotte Cracker, whom Luffy defeated primarily by using his enormous appetite. Doflamingo himself was completely incapacitated after being struck by just two hits of Gear Fourth.
"Fuffuffuffu... I will remember this day forever," Doflamingo was forced to concede. Under the eaves of the powerful, one must bow one's head, and with the threat of the blade at his throat, he could only offer a helpless, cracked smile. This was the sorrow of the weak.
Saint Saturn was too preoccupied to continue mocking Doflamingo. Faced with such a prime test subject, he, as a man of high scientific literacy, needed to handle him with care—but not too much. He ordered his men to draw several more tubes of blood.
The subsequent phase would involve arranging females of various races for him: Humans, Giants, Dwarfs, Fish-Men, Merfolk, Long-Arm, and Long-Legged people. The objective was to use the most scientific means to conduct the most comprehensive control experiments.
Kaito's Thought: 'This is going to be incredibly rough for Doffy, who only needs to "plow the fields" daily. The man is about to be physically broken. At least Saint Saturn is thoughtful enough to inject him with stimulants. Oh, the humanity.'
As for the size disparities between men and women of different races, that issue had been considered. CP0 agents possessed a technique called Seimei Kikan (Life Return). It would be trivial to manipulate the size of Doflamingo's… ahem… asset as needed. Saint Saturn had anticipated this hurdle, and the next step was to purchase slaves from all over the world. During the preparation time, he could perhaps secure some female slaves from other Celestial Dragons in the Holy Land to get started. Time was of the essence; Doflamingo could not be allowed to rest. He must work tirelessly to create babies for the Celestial Dragons.
The arrogant smirk had vanished from Doflamingo's face. He was first shoved into an operating room where several scientific personnel in white coats were waiting, ready. They proceeded to collect various human tissues: blood, hair, skin, and even brutally broke out one of his teeth!
This group of the Five Elders' loyal lackeys extracted countless milliliters of blood from Doflamingo. When he was finally wheeled out of the operating room, his face was ashen and weak, like a piece of white paper. Though he possessed an amazing physique, the massive blood loss in a short time left the Heavenly Yaksha feeling profoundly dizzy.
Yet, this wasn't his most troublesome moment.
Next, Doflamingo was injected with multiple, potent tonics. What followed was a Fish-Man female: a sheer tank of a woman. She had repulsive gills on her face and a scattering of freckles. She was decidedly not a beauty, with the sole exception of her colossal breasts.
At first, a significant distance separated them. Doflamingo could distinctly smell the powerful, fishy odor emanating from the female slave—a stench that made his throat dry and prompted an immediate urge to retch. When had he ever suffered such profound indignity?
Then, he made a more cruel discovery. His lower body, courtesy of the stimulants, had begun to swell and harden with immediate effect. The Knights of God were required to monitor Doflamingo and the Fish-Man female throughout their transaction. The scene was, to put it mildly, viscerally shocking.
Doflamingo, the man who held a world-class grudge, walked stiffly toward his assigned "mating partner" for the day. He knew that after this ordeal, he might not willingly touch a female for a very long time.
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